Bar tending is what i did for the majority of my career. It fits my personality best. I like being the center of attention and I like entertaining people. What better forum then a bar, I have the stage and a captive audience. The flip side of that coin is that people think that the bartender is their best friend and that they can tell the bartender anything. We are not lawyers or psychiatrists, we don't have to keep your secrets and probably won't.
One night one of my regulars came to the bar, she is an attractive young woman in her early 20s and has no problem knocking a few back. Her only problem with drinking to much is that she doesn't care who she leaves with. This night an unattractive older guy sat next to her and buys her a drink. I turn my back for a minute and all I see is the backs of the two as they leave the building. I just shook my head and went on about my business. The next night the girl comes in and the first thing she said to me was, how could you let me leave with that guy? I said, there was no way I could have stopped you! We both laughed, she then told me the story of that night. She woke up in an unfamiliar bed with an ugly old guy next to her asleep. she quietly got out of the bed, quickly dressed and headed out the door. When she returned home to her parents house and as she snuck into her bedroom she heard her parents alarm clock go off. She quickly undressed from last nights cloths and put on her robe. She then went down stairs and started a pot of coffee. As she waited for the brew, her mom came into the kitchen with a good morning, how did you sleep? as she began to reply to the idle chat, something soggy lands on the top of her foot, she looks down and to her shock sees what appears to be a condom. I said holy shit, did your mom see it? She said no. I then asked, what did you do? She said I squished it up under my toes and hobbled out the room!
The moral of this story is don't tell your bartender stuff you don't want him to blog about years later!
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